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Stallholder Zhou said nothing more, merely lowering his head slowly.
Upon hearing this,
Wang Ziyu's expression turned wistful.
In this world,
such was the fate of forces outside the orthodox traditions.
Either they followed the example of the Lu Clan of Spirit Mountain, sought out a great tree for shelter, and wagged their tails to beg for mercy, serving as someone else's watchdog.
Or...
they ended up like the Elixir Cauldron Sect, toyed with at another's whim, without even the right to utter a protest.
Jiang Yuechu silently weighed things in her mind.
Spirit Mountain again...
All along my journey, so many things seem to have been tied to this mysterious demonic faction.
From what she could see so far,
more than one Dao Orthodoxy stood behind Spirit Mountain.
To make an enemy of Spirit Mountain was to make enemies of more than half the orthodox Daoist Orders in the Eastern Region.
As things stood, only two paths lay ahead.
Either follow the Lu Clan of Spirit Mountain's example, find a Dao Orthodoxy to depend on, and become its dog, securing a way for Great Tang to survive.
Or...
carve a bloody path through.
But neither she nor the storm-battered Great Tang behind her currently possessed the strength to contend with such a colossal force.
The girl lifted her head and spoke slowly.
"Do you know the names of those two Demon Emperors?"
Stallholder Zhou stiffened and abruptly raised his head.
A flicker of surprise crossed the murky eyes beneath his bamboo hat, but he quickly composed himself and nodded. "Of course. One is the Demon Emperor of Spirit Mountain's Fourth Cave, who calls himself Taiyuan.